Patient
My patience is flawless.
Unlike the hummingbird
Who flits and flutters
Around with no time to stop
And wait a while.
Unlike the children
Who incessantly question
The world until they
Receive their answer.
Unlike the river
That rages its way to the ocean,
Clawing at and eroding the bed around it.
Unlike time
That feels the need
To make you miss the days
When you were small
And happy.
The time that makes you miss
Yesterday
And soon tomorrow;
And at some point in the hopefully distant future,
While you feel the ravages of time deep within your bones,
Time will laugh at itself because it was too impatient to give you more of itself.
I am patient.
I am always patient.
Without fail, I wait.
Even when time decides to slow at the worst parts of life,
I wait; calm, content.
I live every day to its fullest by living with it.
I don't want time to speed up,
I would rather it slow down.
I want more time to wait for the future.
I want more time to be with my present.
I am flawlessly patient.
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